Some men are petulant and childish, or maybe stubborn and spoiled, and you believe all of these can consecutively be used to describe Tomura. For a while, your boss has been trying to negotiate with the League of Villains, sending you on missions to persuade Tomura into working with you.

Yet, he denies to associate with you, your boss, and your peers every time. You aren't sure if the only word Tomura comprehends how to speak is "no," but it's starting to wear down your patience. You’ve offered your association’s knowledge, weapons, and loyalty, but partnering up with your boss doesn't seem to be an option.

You absolutely have to secure this partnership, no matter how much he refutes it. This is your one job, and if failed, it would likely result in harsh punishment. You can't have that.

But there are other ways of persuasion.

Maybe your words didn't sway him, no matter how earnest they may be, but actions speak louder than words, do they not? Your words can be spoken so easily that it makes him question the legitimacy of them, but your new course of action, both literally and figuratively, has him lost.

And as you find him on the barstool of the League of Villains' hideout, feeling his muscles tense as your hand gently cups the front of his neck from behind, your fingers trace the scars from his incessant scratching. Your chin hovers just above his shoulder, bringing you so close that he's speechless, frozen as your fingers run over the scarred, dry skin with more delicacy than a villain should have.

For Tomura, a touch so soft is uncommon in his life, let alone any touch at all, and he stills, eyes widened ever so slightly What the fuck?

“What’re you doing?” He eventually mumbles his inquiry, eyes flitting away from your cheeky smile due to his nervousness. For once, Tomura is anxious, maybe even unsure, and he isn't sure how to feel about that. You’re touching him so carelessly, as if he couldn’t decay you with a simple touch of all five fingertips.